So this work is a gift to Meeko who prompted the writing of this fic, I hope you'll like it!
Dancing was one of Katsura's favourite side jobs. He liked the pretty dresses his colleagues lent him when he danced and served in bars, and it was always fun to wear his hair in eccentric hairstyles he usually didn't sport when he focused on the resistance and led missions.
This evening, Katsura was dressed in a light blue knee-high dress, having chosen to wear his hair in two buns on the back of his head, red on his lips, and black on his eyelids.
Though his dancing getaways always seemed to happen at random, Zura actually never put on his costumes without any reason, and tonight's session made no exception.
Indeed, standing on the stage at the centre of the room, Zura was here for an undercover mission. His aim for the night was to eavesdrop on a table of arms dealers. Katsura hoped to catch wind of the location of these men's stashes of weapons, allowing his men to break into the warehouses and steal what they deemed necessary for the rebellion.
As always, though his face was plastered all over Edo's walls, his wanted posters on every street corner, Katsura was unrecognisable in the bar. No one could ever suspect that this man dancing in the middle of the room was the number-one public enemy.
Katsura seamlessly gathered the information he'd been looking for, patiently storing away the things he'd heard and learned until he could inform his men.
He enjoyed his performance, too. Katsura knew not to end the show too early, not to awaken his targets' curiosity, and to not anger the other patrons.
The dark-haired man was imperturbable, eyes everywhere, never missing a movement, even when he was surprised. Even when Gintoki stepped inside the room, slightly flushed from the cold outside, or maybe from previous drinks, or maybe both, Katsura remained undisturbed.
From the corner of his eyes, the dark-haired man watched Gintoki find his way inside the room, not quite lost, but obviously not a regular. He had not seen him yet.
The moment he recognised him was easy to pinpoint, his whole body freezing as he finally looked at him, his eyes going up and down, seemingly unable to settle on something in particular.
Katsura saw the way his eyes widened, and the bob of his throat as he swallowed. It would have been a lie to say that he'd heard it, but he could swear Gintoki's breath had hitched, too.
Standing in the middle of a half-empty bar, Gintoki watched, enthralled, Katsura's dancing silhouette like a newly freed prisoner would look at a rising sun, rediscovering a thought-lost beauty. In a way, it was the case.
Katsura basked in his gaze, appreciating the new way in which Gintoki watched him ever since they had reconnected. It was as if Gintoki never dared look away now, out of fear Katsura would disappear.
Gintoki stayed until the end of Katsura's performance, only sitting down because he'd been called out by other patrons for blocking the view. Katsura had barely concealed an amused smile then, Gintoki basically stealing the closest chair to him.
Katsura was the last one to dance, clients leaving in dribs and drabs as the show went by. The men he had spied on leaving just before closing time, one of them leaving a generous tip to Katsura.
Just as usual, the bouncers came to kick out the few recalcitrant patrons who lingered in hopes of catching the dancers' attention. Gintoki almost got thrown out as well, Katsura briefly hesitating out of playfulness before he stopped a bouncer from shooing him away. 'Leave it, he's with me.' Katsura explained. The bouncer reluctantly let go of Gintoki's wrist, the silver-haired man smugly sliding behind Katsura.
The black-haired man ignored Gintoki's childish reaction, wordlessly heading towards the changing room instead.
Gintoki followed him straight away, trailing Katsura like he'd get lost if he looked away just for a second.
For reasons he himself ignored, Katsura was relieved to see that the changing room was empty, leaving the both of them alone and with no time limit, Katsura having the keys to open the doors in case the bar was closed before he finished changing.
'Did you get the information you needed?' Gintoki asked as he looked around the room while Katsura started untying his hair.
The dark-haired man's movements faltered as he turned towards Gintoki, startled. 'What do you mean?'
'Those were Yakuzas in the main room. Your positioning was odd, in the middle of a packed area where other patrons couldn't really see you dancing much, yet it didn't seem like the suits had hired you in particular. So you must have asked to be placed here.' Gintoki said, shrugging, looking at a pile of leaflets on a table.
Once again, Katsura was reminded of Gintoki's observational skills. It wasn't so much that he hid it, Katsura knew full well the extent of Gintoki's abilities, but the dark-haired man sometimes struggled to make the connection between this Gintoki and the one picking his nose in public. You could say blending in could be considered as one of Gintoki's added qualities, sometimes.
Katsura felt the sudden urge to feel Gintoki's hands on him. He wanted to feel the pad of his fingers dig into his skin, feel the tight grasp on his hips.
Oblivious to Katsura's growing desire, Gintoki kept looking around, flipping through lying magazines and forgotten boxes.
Taking advantage of the fact that the other man looked away, Katsura untied the obi around his waist, folding it and putting it aside on a chair nearby.
He let the kimono fall off his shoulders slightly, revealing his neck and a large part of his chest. Sitting on the edge of a table suggestively, Katsura called Gintoki's name.
Gintoki turned towards him at the sound of his name. He froze the moment his eyes fell on Katsura, taking in the sight. He took a minute to appreciate the view before he spoke up.
'Fuck, you really went all out with this one.' He stepped closer, gaze never leaving Katsura's body. Encouraged by Gintoki's positive response, Katsura opened his kimono further, revealing more skin.
Slowly, Gintoki raised his hand, briefly resting it on Katsura's kimono before his fingers inched closer to the purple lace of Katsura's bra. The colour matched with Katsura's makeup, standing out against the pale skin.
Gintoki swore under his breath. 'It's ridiculously hot, fuck.'
Smiling, Katsura slipped a hand behind Gintoki's neck, pulling him closer until they kissed. Though Gintoki's touch had been almost reverent, there was nothing shy in his kiss.
Their embrace quickly grew heated, Gintoki pressing Katsura against the wall, his hands on the dark-haired man's hips effortlessly pushing him further on the table as he deepened the kiss. Zura's arms were loosely wrapped around his neck, his fingers buried deep in the silver strands just as if they belonged here. Somehow, it felt like they did.
Gintoki started humping the table like a horny teenager, seeking Katsura's thighs, pushing them open and away instead with each thrust. His eagerness was infectious, Katsura growing more and more aroused by the minute.
Katsura broke the kiss, letting his head drop back against the wall as he called Gintoki's name breathlessly 'Gintoki..'
The silver-haired man dived for Katsura's exposed neck, catching an earlobe between his teeth.
Katsura let out a pleased sigh, spurring Gintoki to keep going. The man reluctantly detached a hand from Katsura's side, slipping it between Katsura's open thighs.
His fingers grazed the fabric of Katsura's panties, and Gintoki froze, slowly detaching himself from Zura. 'Can I see it?' he asked.
Katsura couldn't help but snort. Gintoki's hesitation was cute.
Unanswering, Katsura's left arm left Gintoki's neck, reaching for the edge of his kimono. Slowly, he hiked up the fabric, revealing a purple lace knickers obviously matching the bra.
Gintoki grunted, his fingers twitching on Zura's hips. 'It suits you.' He said.
Katsura smiled, 'Of course they do.' He answered, beckoning Gintoki closer again for a kiss. Gintoki complied reluctantly, his eyes tearing away from the garment at the last moment.
Gintoki kissed him briefly before he delved for his chest, mouthing at his collarbones, obviously itching to leave marks, but never doing so without Katsura's approval.
For the second time that night, Katsura felt the pad of the man's fingers travel down his body, skimming the curve of his waist, down to his toned stomach. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as Gintoki's fingers stroked his thighs.
Finally, they settled on the edge of his knickers, gently playing with the elastic lining the hem. Gintoki did not take it off. Instead, his fingers trailed down, tracing the contour of Katsura's lower lips, teasing him through the fabric.
Katsura heaved a sigh, always appreciating Gintoki's gentle touch.
Wound up, Katsura started moving his hips, seeking the touch of Gintoki's fingers, the friction not enough through the fabric.
Gintoki seemed to take the hint, his hand gripping Katsura's waist to pull him closer, to the edge of the table. His legs now free, Katsura made a move to remove his knickers, but Gintoki stopped him.
'Keep them on, please.' He asked, his pupils blown.
Katsura tsked, pulling them down despite Gintoki's protest. He did not let them drop to the ground, though. Instead, he left it dangling from his right knee, Gintoki transfixed as he watched the lingerie item hanging from Katsura.
'Thank you.' He murmured against one of Katsura's wrists he'd caught a few seconds earlier in his grasp, leaving kisses along his forearm.
Katsura was about to start protesting again but Gintoki seemed to remember on his own that he had something else to do. He let go of Katsura's wrists, bringing two of his own fingers to his lips and coating them with saliva mindlessly.
Katsura flushed at the sight, Gintoki's gesture incredibly alluring despite the silver-haired man's obliviousness.
Ignorant to Katsura's inner turmoil, Gintoki lowered his fingers, bringing them to Katsura's pussy.
Gintoki had come to learn every twist and turn leading to Katsura's pleasure and made it his mission to give Zura anything he wanted every time they spent the night together.
Circling his folds, Gintoki moved to press two fingers inside Katsura's pussy, the latter biting his lips to stifle a moan.
His head to Katsura's chest, Gintoki looked up to the man's face, his eyes focused on the dark-haired man's, captivated by the reactions showing on his face.
Looking down on the silver-haired man, Katsura shivered under his enraptured gaze. Nothing could ever cast doubt on Gintoki's love for him. It was something the silver-haired man never ever hid from Zura. He couldn't, anyway. Not when he looked at him like that.
'You're so wet already, did I do this?' Gintoki asked, his voice breathy despite his confident air. He was just as affected.
Katsura ignored him, rolling his hips instead to try to get Gintoki's fingers deeper inside him.
Gintoki followed Katsura's movements, pushing his fingers deeper, stretching him. His rhythm remained the same until Katsura started to complain.
'Hurry, Gintoki. I refuse to get caught because you were too slow.' The dark-haired man urged him, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure despite his reproaches.
Gintoki didn't seem to hear him, too engrossed in his ministrations. Katsura knew he could hear him loud and clear, and chose to ignore him instead.
He let himself enjoy the feel of Gintoki's fingers for a few more seconds before he spoke again. 'Gintoki, hurry.'
And still, the silver-haired man kept going.
With a flick of the wrist, Katsura grabbed Gintoki by the hair, prying his head off him. The other man looked at him with flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, dishevelled. Katsura wanted him bad.
'Gintoki. I need your cock, now.' The dark-haired man demanded.
Just as pent up as the dark-haired man, Gintoki complied. Swiftly, he pried his kimono aside and opened his slacks, taking himself in hand, smearing his cock with precum.
Katsura felt himself clench around nothing at the sight. They'd had sex dozens of times already, but he never seemed to be able to get enough of Gintoki.
Finally, Gintoki pressed the tip of his cock to Katsura's entrance, grunting as he pushed inside, Katsura's wetness enough to ignore the stretch and leave them both sighing happily.
Gintoki started off slowly, enjoying the feeling of finally being inside Zura, thrusting lazily, as if he wasn't even seeking pleasure and wanted to delay by all means the time where he would have to pull out.
Zura obviously had none of it, and though he sometimes enjoyed when they took their time and made love languorously, they were very much still in the changing room of a night club on the verge of closing. Someone would inevitably come to check and see if the place was empty before closing, and Katsura had no desire to get caught in such a position by any of his colleagues.
He slipped his right leg behind Gintoki's backside, pulling him closer, deeper. 'Gintoki' He said enticingly, trying to elicit a reaction.
Getting the hint, Gintoki finally sped up. He grabbed Katsura's left hand, pinning it against the wall, lacing their fingers together as he leant down to kiss him.
The sound of their messy kissing did nothing to drown out the repetitive slap of their skin meeting at each of Gintoki's thrust, and the wet sounds of Katsura's pussy.
Gintoki broke the kiss to catch his breath, moaning as Katsura pulled him closer with the leg behind him. 'Ngnnh, Zura.'
'Deeper, Gintoki, deeper.' Katsura ordered, grabbing Gintoki by the collar and smashing their lips together.
Once again, Gintoki followed Zura's command. He picked up his thrusts, his movements now carrying purpose as he aimed to make them both cum.
Katsura clung onto Gintoki with his leg and the arm around the man's neck, not giving the silver-haired man the choice of pulling out or slowing down at the moment.
'Shit, more, give me more, Gintoki.' Katsura said, his right hand sliding between his thighs to circle his clit.
Gintoki had half a mind to bat his hand away, but he loved to watch Katsura so eager to come, chasing after his orgasm with closed eyes and breathy moans getting in the way of their kisses, his fingers frantically rubbing his clit.
Katsura clenched around him and Gintoki let out a surprised 'Ah' of pleasure, his movements faltering briefly. It only spurred him on even more, though, thrusting twice as hard in the hopes of feeling Katsura clench around him again.
Below him, Katsura was on the verge of coming. He looked nothing like the Katsura in public, usually so composed and in full control of his appearance. Rosy-cheeked, tangled hair caught in the folds of his kimono, wearing a purple lace-bra and matching knickers dangling from his leg as he got fucked on the table of a changing room in a shady club in Kabukicho.
And Gintoki was the only one to see him like that, in such a position. It drove him a little wild, to realise that this was only for him to see. It made him feel like the luckiest man in the universe.
'You're so hot.' Gintoki let out, star-struck.
Katsura moaned. 'Yeah?' he asked, panting.
'You feel so good, so good. Want to stay inside you forever.' Gintoki said, growing slightly delirious from pleasure.
Katsura came with Gintoki's cock inside him and his own fingers on his clit, the silver-haired man continuing his thrusts relentlessly. 'Ahhh, fuck, Gintoki, Gintoki!'
His body tensed before he slumped against the wall, savouring the remnants of pleasure before it was too much.
Gintoki kept going until Katsura said so.
'Off, off' Katsura said after a few seconds, and Gintoki complied regretfully.
He pulled out of Katsura slowly, his left hand immediately coming to jerk himself off, and he came with a moan on Katsura's stomach. 'Nnngh..Zura.'
They both took time to regain their breath, before Gintoki leant down, cradling Katsura's head in his palms, brushing stray hair away from the man's sticky forehead.
He moved to kiss him, but Katsura stopped him when he moved back. 'Katsura.' he said, firmly.
Gintoki rolled his eyes, but said 'Katsura' nonetheless, voice still a little breathy. He needed the intimacy after they fucked, needing to feel that Katsura was not just here to fuck, and stayed when Gintoki was in a more tender mood.
Katsura blithely complied, as he adored how pliant and soppy Gintoki got every time he got laid. It made him want to hold him closer, tighter, to cradle him to his chest and gently rub his back in soothing circles.
Despite being the same age, Katsura liked to take care of Gintoki whenever he could. It didn't help that these were the only circumstances in which Gintoki actually relaxed enough to let himself be looked after.
Katsura didn't mind. Not when getting laid also meant basking in each other's embrace afterwards.
Uncaring of his cum on Katsura's stomach, Gintoki laid down against the man's chest, the dark-haired man pressing him close, his fingers idly stroking the hair on the nape of his neck. It was soft.
They'd have to leave soon, Katsura delivering the information collected during his mission, and Gintoki going back to his empty flat in the loft of an old lady's snack house.
For now, though, they both enjoyed each other's warmth, pretending just for a moment that they could spend the entire night together, uncaring, and in love.
Annnnd my second GinZura smut fic! It was really fun to write, and so much easier than the first time! I'll really start believing that practice perfect! I gotta thank Meeko for encouraging me to write more!
While writing, I pictured this fic as set in a slight AU in which Gintoki and Katsura reconnected really early after the war, way before Gintoki found the kids. In this, they're still so young and on their honeymoon phase, obsessed with each other, helplessly horny, and desperate to fuck whenever and wherever they can!
I really love to imagine Gintoki as down bad and obeying Katsura to the letter whenever they fuck. He would do anything to please Zura, nothing could convince me of the opposite!
I know people tend less to leave comments on NSFW fics, I understand, but it's still nice to read them so don't hesitate to say a few words if you enjoyed the fic, It'd make me happy!